Before Eric fully immersed himself in all these thoughts they had already arrived at the villa. Lisa
couldn't hide the bliss in her smile as Molly pulled out the bags full of edibles. She gave the kitchen
voluntarily to Molly while she helped John clean up the greenhouse in the backyard.
Molly was as busy as a bee getting dinner ready while Eric, who sat on a bar stool, was just toying with
the tomatoes. Gradually, he was again consumed by his thoughts.
He had never witnessed any women so busy making dinner for a man in the kitchen before. His mom
was always busy.
Besides, neither his mom nor his grandma was good at cooking.
His Aunt Shirley might often cook for Richie, yet he never got the chance to see her in the kitchen
either.
For some unknown reason, Molly's cooking for his brother conveyed a stinging discomfort.
"Little Molly, why on earth have you suddenly decided to make dinner for Brian?" Eric asked, puzzled.
It would be very understandable for her not to, considering what had happened at the shopping mall
and the Grand Night Casino the other day.
Molly exhibited enthusiasm in the kitchen while Eric frowned unable to escape from all his thoughts.
'Did something happen last night that I know nothing of?' Eric wondered.
The kitchen was filled with glee with Molly's presence. Not a bit of woe was existent.
She was perfecting her very own chicken recipe, thus averting her attention from Eric's being.
"Little Molly, how sure are you that Brian will come home for dinner?" Eric couldn't help asking. He, with
no doubt, knew how busy Brian was at the moment since the reception wine party would transpire the
next day.
Molly was stunned by Eric's query. She had never thought about the possibility that Brian might not
come back. "I am uncertain about it," she answered.
The vibrant spirit the kitchen had possessed earlier gradually turned dull and gray. She glared gloomily
at the food she had prepared with all her heart.
Eric's admirable face had swiftly turned dark. Strangely, he felt bad looking at Molly's melancholic eyes.
Hence, he suggested without a thought,"You can call him. He might come back even if he is busy when
he knows you have cooked dinner for him!"
With her eyes brightened, Molly hurriedly dialed Brian's digits after she heard Eric's suggestion.
Brian was in Golden Auditorium, watching the rehearsal of Wing and the band. Suddenly, his mobile
phone vibrated. Taking another look at Wing who was focused on the rehearsal on the stage with his
eagle eyes, he turned around and went outside to answer the phone. Seeing it was from Molly, he
frowned slightly. Meanwhile, he picked up the phone and placed it to his ear. "Hmm?" He sounded very
cold.
Thrilled hearing Brian's low, deep and attractive voice, she eyed Eric and asked,"I just wanted to know
if you are coming back for dinner tonight."
The whole Auditorium was having a full plate. It was very evident in the staff bustling around in front of
Brian. He then asked,"Why? Something came up?"
"Well, not really. I was just thinking if we could dine together. I made dinner. Are you coming home for
dinner?
Molly asked timidly. Uncertain as he might be at first, Brian uttered,"Yes, sure!"
"You are? I mean, I know how hectic your schedule is since tomorrow will be a big day for Wing." Molly
couldn't contain all of her enthusiasm on the phone. Her voice raised with excitement as she uttered
those words.
Her spirit seemed contagious that it made Brian's eyes grew with delight and the depression inside him
went away.
Although he was hiding his glee, the curves in his lips were visible as he continued asking,"Is there
anything else?"
"No! That would be all." "You should be going back to work. I'll see you tonight then," Molly replied.
The audible beep of the phone took place. Then, she delivered the pleasing news to Eric,"He said he
would come back for dinner!"
"Well, better to prepare your 'love' dinner faster!" His tone was full of sarcasm.
The overflowing happiness she felt made her unable to figure out the stinging discomfort in his words.
She just continued preparing dinner without putting Eric's feelings into consideration.
The tomatoes he had been toying with earlier didn't seem to be so interesting anymore with Eric's
irritation.He then decided to walk out of the kitchen quietly and stride towards the mini bar. He hated
seeing her so preoccupied with things he had nothing to do with.
He was so certain that Brian would stay at the Auditorium to keep Wing company since the event would
commence the next day. That was the reason why he had suggested calling him. Yet, he had never
expected him to come back for dinner instead. It made him upset.
All of sudden, he found himself a little bit nosy!
The more he immersed himself in all those thoughts, the more pain he felt. The wine might be the best
companion he could ever think of as of the moment. So he took out a bottle. He poured a glass of wine
for himself and was astonished to find out how crisp the smell of the wine was. It gave him a sense of
comfort. He gulped it at once like he hadn't had it for thousands of years. It was indeed comforting.
He wondered what had happened to him recently.
Eric put down the wine glass with sort of bemusement on his handsome face.
He was just testing the place of Little Molly in Brian's heart. But when he got the test result, why was he
so depressed and even hoped he had never known such a result?
Before he got on with his thoughts, his phone buzzed. He picked it up and asked in a gloomy
tone,"What's the matter?"
"Mr. Eric Long, I regret to tell you that Miss Yan's health was unstable over the past couple of days!" On
the phone came the voice of a shadow Eric had arranged around Becky.
With a sudden furrow on his eyebrows, Eric asked in a serious way,"What's wrong with her?"
"Miss Yan's eyes were infected. We are yet uncertain of how she got it. Moreover, there is a tendency
for it to worsen. Her eyes were able to see a faint light earlier. However now..." The hesitation in the
shadow's voice grew stronger as he continued. "Her whole world shut down with darkness because
she can no longer see anything."
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